"Little brother, it's not good for you to call your elders like that!"

"What's wrong, that old man is a mess, you are a prostitute and don't pay the bill, in my opinion, you are all damn old things!"

In a luxury restaurant on Flower Street, Lancelot sat across from the old man, drinking together.

This old man, who called himself "Daddy's Son", once made Lancelot shocked when he saw his appearance, and he mistakenly thought that he was a dead old man who raised him and chased him down the mountain. But after looking at it, Lancelot realized that he was wrong.

It is also a tattered old clothes, but the dead old man wears a bright red robe, and this man wears a patched shirt; the contours and wrinkles of the face are very similar, but looking deeper, the dead old man hides arrogance and domineering in his sick appearance, and this person is accompanied by a kind of dust color of the common people, and the temperament of the two sides is completely different.

It's just that after being shocked, he couldn't react for a while, so he was dragged into the restaurant and sat down to drink. Walking around the second floor, the maids who were extremely scantily dressed showed great affection to the old man, and within two clicks, they came to say hello and call him "Daddy".

"Dad, I haven't seen you for a while, how are you doing?"

"Hehe, Dad, you've brought a new person to drink this time!"

"Daddy, you're here again, and the whole street is worried about you!"

The old man was also unceremonious, and while he was drinking, he hugged the girls, and when he wanted to make any further moves, the girls giggled, kissed his old orange-skinned face, and ran away quickly. After a few efforts, the old man already had more than a dozen different lip prints on his face, and Lancelot was so open that he almost fell headlong into the wine urn.

It's just that, looking at the expressions of those girls, it doesn't seem like they are serving benefactors, but they really treat this old man as if they were his father's predecessors, and there is not much obscenity in the old man's hairy hands and feet, which makes Lancelot amazed.

Not wanting to be begged for by his name, Lancelot called him "Old man, what the hell do you call you?"

"Haha! There are two good things in a man's life, the old man's favorite is wine and flower girl, since he is young, as long as he has a few money in his hand, he must come here to drink two fucking glasses of wine, and get close to the beautiful girl. Dad sighed: "It's just that after a long time, little girls have become big girls." I grew up watching many of the girls in the flower streets in the Free City, that's why I was called Daddy. As for the handles......"

The old man leaned close to Lancelot's ear and whispered secretly: "The meaning of the handle is that one!"

"That'...... Which one?"

"That's good!" Daddy slapped Lancelot and laughed, "What girl doesn't know what girl on this Siamese Flower Street is, my handicap is really extraordinary......!"

Give him a slap, and Lancelot almost spouts the liquor in his mouth. He was not a polite man, but he had never boasted of his organs or his sexual prowess, and this old man was thin and thin, and his speech was so arrogant and vulgar that it made people frown in his ears, and now he actually showed off that rotten trick in front of himself!

The old man had a few cups of yellow soup in his stomach, he was even more courageous, and his mouth was full of foul words, seeing that Lancelot was suspicious, he wanted to untie his trousers on the spot to show it, but even Lancelot couldn't stand it, so he bowed to the wind and persuaded him to stabilize him again and again.

Despite the foul language, but without the slightest insult, Lancelot was not displeased. The old man seemed to regard him as a rare drinking friend, and while talking freely about his outlook on life, he called for wine to be served on the table and drank with Lancelot.

This person is really different from the dead old man. Once upon a time in the mountains, every time the old man spoke to a paragraph, he would always sigh that the husband should be manly and stand up to the sky, this is a first-class good man and a real hero. But this old man, who has a similar face to him, ......

"Brother, let me tell you, the so-called heroes! When you go into battle, you ride or ride, what matters is what you ride and who rides whom. Dad was drunk and laughed: "Brother, you said, if you can't be cool when you want to be cool, and don't do it when you can, what's the point of such a life, as a fucking man, it's better to kill yourself!"

It's a hedonistic idea!

Sure enough, it was two different people, the dead old man in memory, it was impossible to say these words of self-defeating ambition.

However, it is also a wonderful opportunity to meet someone similar to the dead old man at this moment!

Lancelot's affection for his caregiver is far deeper than he realizes. At the beginning, because he was in a hurry to leave, he took advantage of the old man's physical discomfort and trapped him and ran away, but he didn't talk about it in the future, but he missed it in his heart; especially when he wandered the rivers and lakes and everything went wrong, he faintly hoped to go back to the mountains to see the teacher who had established all his thoughts and beliefs.

Of course, it is impossible to put this idea into practice, and the strong Lancelot even drove this idea out of his mind at the first time, but at this time, several jars of liquor were poured into his stomach, and his consciousness began to drowsy, and he looked at a familiar face, and all the situations seemed to go back to the old days, and he unconsciously opened his heart, first talking with the old man, and then exchanging bitterness.

"Old man, the outside world is so difficult to mix, it's really hard to be a hero!"

"Then don't be a hero! What's so good about being a hero, tired and short-lived, it's better to be like me, free and easy, eat when you want, sleep when you want, hug a woman if you can, this is called life!

"But...... You used to say that if a manly man is born in the world, if he does not make meritorious contributions, how can he be ambitious?

"Uh...... Hehe, you're drunk, if it's me, then I'll definitely say it, no matter how much you save face, if you have pain in your heart, it's still meaningless. What does it matter if you lose face, as long as you are happy, if you are not happy, it is better to be a dog. Fuck your buddy! Why is the wine delivered so slowly, punish you for opening two more jars and send it!"

You come and go, the topic is not quite speculative, but maybe because each other is a little drunk, although you push me when you talk, I kick you, the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

The old man seemed to be poor in drinking, and after two or three bowls, he was drunk, but no matter how much yellow soup he poured into his stomach, he did not get drunk, but kept calling his men for sending wine. In the surprised eyes of the warblers, the number of wine jars at the feet of the old and the young increased rapidly.

Lancelot was open-minded, drunk, and inevitably spoke with a bit of a big tongue, and the topic of the two sides slowly turned to martial arts.

"Old ...... Old man, you ...... You usually like to boast about yourself, but in my opinion, your three-legged cat is ...... Kung Fu isn't very good!"

"Hu ...... Nonsense, your mother's, even if I can't do martial arts, my vision must be first-class, you tell me the problem. ”

"You used to ...... Always teach me peerless martial arts, so why...... My current kung fu is so bad, Hua Lao Er laughs at me all day long, and if he finally slashes it, he will stun himself!"

In an ordinary situation, this is a scene that should be mixed up.

But with the drunkenness and his affection for the young man, the old man said something that made him regret it when he sobered up.

"Fuck the bastard, you ...... Of course you can't play that way. Strong internal force, you have to cooperate with the first-class internal strength method, in order to exert power, you use that kind of ninth-rate spitting technique, not even the asshole of internal strength, how can you control your powerful internal force!"

The old man made another bowl, shook his head and said: "As for the knife you made in the arena, it was even worse than words, but it just forced the true qi out of the knife, and even the knife strength was not formed, and it was slashed out indiscriminately, and the forced air mass began to collapse in the middle of the process, and it was almost a crooked smile!"

"Uh...... That...... So what to do?"

"Practice! Find a way to find a set of internal skills that are worthy of your internal strength, and those who want to do a good job must first sharpen their tools. After a hiccup, his mouth spewed out a strong smell of alcohol, and the old man muttered dejectedly: "Then, you have to practice your own sword skills, strengthen your control over the tricks, and achieve the point of sending and receiving freely, and turning as you wish, in short! When your weapon is no longer just a weapon, the sword qi will appear on you, and then ......."

The old man seemed to say something, talking and singing, but he really didn't remember the last thing, I only remembered that the two of them seemed to be drunk and lying on the table together, unconscious.

When Lancelot woke up, it was already two hours later, and he had a splitting headache, and he was the only guest on the entire second floor, and he almost thought he had a dream.

However, there is tangible evidence that this is not a dream!

"Hey, guys, pay! Seventy silver coins!"

"Seventy silver coins! What kind of money is this? How can it be so expensive!"

"Your father left half an hour ago, and asked all the girls in the store to take him out, saying that his son would stay and pay the bill, what!

“............”

What happened later is very embarrassing. Seventy silver coins is nothing to a rich man, but no one carries seventy silver coins to the street, let alone Lancelot who can't pay it. In the end, I had to follow the old method, kick over the table and jump out of the window, and run away in embarrassment as if I was a traitor.

If it was in the past, of course, things would be easy to handle, but at this time, when he participated in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, he was very famous in the city in his black clothes, and if he pulled the collar of his clothes to beg for money from prostitutes when he was glorious and triumphant, wouldn't he be ruined on the spot and become a laughing stock for a lifetime. There was nothing to do, so I had to discuss with Gengoro, and in the midst of his shaking his head and sighing, he ordered Youxue to take the gold coins to pay the bill.

However, there was an answer brought back by the snow, which made Gengoro frown. On the way to pay the bill, I heard that the shopkeeper had reported the matter to the official and asked for arrest, but when Youxue arrived at the store to prepare to pay the bill, the shopkeeper was accompanied by a smiling face and a very respectful attitude, saying that the account had been settled, and apologized deeply for the man's rudeness.

After listening to Gengoro, who had snow in return, thought about it a little, ruled out a few possibilities, and went out with a smile to make some necessary preparations.

After passing the preliminaries, the three contestants were scheduled for the preliminary round on the second day, so everyone was able to enjoy two days of leisure and practice to strengthen their skills.

Hua Ruohong continued to learn swords with Hua Jiro, but in the past two days, Hua Jiro was always sleepy-eyed, shouting to make up for sleep, and let Hua Ruohong repeatedly practice what he had taught, and he slept under the tree, but as long as Hua Ruohong made a mistake, the gravel representing the reprimand immediately and accurately smashed on his head.

"Wang Daxia, is this enough practice?

"Remember! Compared to geniuses, most people are waste, and I suspect that you are even very wasted! You don't have time to be proficient in teaching new ones, and you will die faster when you get on the field, so you can master the old things!"

Hanajiro raised his eyes and looked around, he didn't see Lancelot, he didn't come to listen to the sword practice yesterday, which was quite strange, although there was less waste and less eyesore, but suddenly he was missing, it was really a little weird.

When you close your eyes, you can feel that Lancelot is practicing knives in Merlin in the backyard. There's the Master here, what is this stupid boy doing hiding over there? In that Merlin......

Thinking of the things in the plum forest, Hanajiro's face suddenly sank, he snorted, and fell asleep.

...... I should buy a few more jars of wine later......

For Lancelot, Hanajiro and others who practiced behind closed doors, there were some things they didn't know.

Shortly after Lancelot escaped from the restaurant, news quickly spread throughout Siam City. The Medici family in the seven major sects also sent representatives to participate in the competition and successfully passed the preliminaries, and the man in black with amazing martial arts was one of the guards of the Medici family.

For the Medici family's sworn enemies, the Shizi family, this news is a heavy blow, but so far, we have not seen their reaction, but it has caused a lot of shock to the warriors in Siam City.

Along with the news, there are two other news on public security.

One is that since the end of March, a group of horse thieves, numbering about 40, have appeared on the outer roads of several cities, including Siam City, and they have been raiding pedestrians on the roads at dusk. The whole group of thieves moved quickly, advanced and retreated like the wind, and the leader of the team was very skilled in martial arts, and had successfully committed many cases, even including the contestants who came to Siam.

Although these forty thieves have not injured anyone so far, they have also attracted the attention of several nearby cities, and they are ready to form a security joint group, or ask the Dongfang family to send experts to help arrest them.

The other one is more sensational. In recent days, the most vicious thieves who are famous all over the continent, "no flowers and no picking" willow knives, haunted Siam City.

Contrary to the reputation of fornication in the past, the prostitute seems to have been in a bad situation lately, and even men have become targets, but when the victim is shocked by his suspicion of his purpose, the prostitute only asks the victim to take out all his belongings and plunder the money.

The unconventional style makes people wonder whether this Liu Yidao is just an impostor, but first, this man's martial arts are extremely strong, and no one can take his sword, and his light skills are as clever as legends, and no one can track him back; second, the property he plundered is often sold by the Siamese people at the pawnshop after a few hours, saying that someone threw it at the door of his house.

It is very intriguing why the great thieves suddenly robbed the rich and helped the poor, so rumors spread in Siam City, and some people even linked the two pieces of news together, believing that the thieves were led by Liu Yidao. Although this inference is extremely absurd in the eyes of those who know the facts, in one way it is surprisingly close to the truth!

Everyone only knows that Liu Yidao's crime is near Siam City, in other words, this prostitute must still be hiding in Siam City. For the Oriental family that held a family recruitment, this matter made them gloomy, because there were also good people among the heroes who rumored that "Liu Yidao's goal is to recruit the bride and let the heroes of the world wear old shoes".

In the end, the Oriental family formed a search team, united with the group, and searched the city of Siam, but of course found nothing, only to make Lancelot lament his bad fortune three times again.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and Lancelot and Hua Ruohong were ready to go to the arena to participate in the preliminary round of one of the four. Twenty-one players will be selected in the preliminary round, plus the seeded players, for a total of 24 players, who will face off in pairs until the final winner is chosen.

Before they set off, Gengoro had such a conversation with Hanajiro, who had worked all night.

"Overtime duty, hard work second brother!"

"I'm starting to wonder if you have any other intentions, some kind of interception of important information, there is nothing important going out of the city and entering the city at night these days!"

"Don't be suspicious! people will grow old quickly when they are suspicious. But there is really something important tonight! Childe will send us documents to prove our identity, so please ask the second brother to help collect it!"

"Documents, what do you want that kind of thing?"

"There's no way! Big brother's hand is too eye-catching, since it has been exposed, it is better to officially participate as the envoy of the Medici family, although it will be a little more troublesome, but with the current mentality of the Dongfang family, everyone can take advantage of the unexpected situation!"

"Then why do you want me to collect it? They don't know me, how do they know that they want to hand things over to me! I don't want to show my name here, you don't want me to pretend to be a thief at this time!"

"It's taking something, not robbing, and of course you don't have to pretend to be a thief. However, you also know that the people in our family are a bit snobbish, and when you see the messenger tonight, you had better report a powerful font size, and it doesn't hurt to exaggerate, and then ask them to hand over the things obediently, and after the things are obtained, drive the people back, so that it will be fine. ”

“...... Am I going to collect something or grab something?"

In the afternoon session, in the arena, there are still many onlookers, although thousands of people have been eliminated, but the remaining contestants all have martial arts above the level, and most of them have quite a background, with servants, and most of the eliminated people do not want to give up a good opportunity to witness the master's moves up close, and stay to observe. It seems that by the end of the conference, the embarrassment of Siam City's overcrowding is difficult to explain.

Since the day before yesterday, there has been one more rule of the conference: those who do not stand up within ten seconds after falling to the ground will be disqualified from the competition!

Everyone knows why this rule came about.

Playing again, Hua Ruohong was a little worried, but Gengoro patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "I just went to check, your three opponents today are not difficult to deal with, as long as you avoid one against three, the chances of winning are very high." ”

Sure enough, after Hua Ruohong came on the field, the four contestants were read out by the referee and their names and sects, and they fought in pairs. The reason why he was able to avoid the fate of being besieged was mainly because Hua Ruohong did not have anything to attract people in terms of martial arts and appearance, so that he would not be born with the intention of "killing this kid first".

In contrast, one should beware of the other person who is "one against three".

While Hua Ruohong was trying to disassemble the enemy's sword moves, another game began not far away, Lancelot wore a black cloak, fluttering like the wind and waves, dressed in black, with a terrifying demeanor, and strode on the stage with his head held high.

Since the name was to be read out this time, Lancelot discussed with Gengoro in advance what name he would use to appear on the stage. Lancelot, that will cause the Shi family to come to power to seek revenge, McDonal, one of the Four Horsemen of the White Night, is afraid of being exposed immediately, Liu Yidao, this ...... Skip it!

Gengoro Chengzhu took it in his chest, chose a fake identity that matched what he was wearing now, and specially taught him a signature move.

As a result, Lancelot came to the stage, without saying a word, he drew his knife and slashed three times on the stage, carving out a "Z" word, and the referee also said loudly: "No. 213, Su Luo player from Free City!" The audience was immediately in an uproar.

Decades ago, in the southwest of the Free City, there was a masked knight in a black power suit who performed many righteous deeds, and his name was Su Luo, and the "Z" word was his signboard. This person has not appeared again for nearly 20 years, there are many rumors of all kinds, and it has gradually faded into oblivion, and it is impossible to imagine that this place will appear today.

The first to take the lead, coupled with the martial arts displayed a few days ago, the three contestants glanced at each other and flew to grab it at the same time. If they don't join forces to defeat Lancelot first, they have no chance of winning.

When it comes to heroes, the crowd always has a preference. There were bursts of cheers in the audience, wanting to see Lancelot recreate the shocking knife and win in one fell swoop, but to the disappointment of the audience, Lancelot just danced the steel knife and spread his body to meet it.

As soon as he made contact, Lancelot forced the man in the center to retreat with an extraordinary sense of oppression, and he took advantage of the situation to catch up, quickly closing the distance with the other two, breaking the momentum of the three of them joining forces in one fell swoop.

Excellent tactics, but because of the disparity in strength between the two sides, there is no need to use this tactic at all, and it is not recognized by the audience, and it is applauded.

Gengoro nodded secretly. Compared with the battle a few days ago, this big brother has made progress again, no longer blindly trying to win with brute, but actively wants to hone his ability while he is still capable of grasping the overall situation.

He looked around the room, and although he didn't find the target as expected, he was sure that the man must have been deeply pleased with Lancelot's performance at the moment. Because, Lancelot even changed his weapons.

The divine soldier hanging from his waist kept vibrating, as if he was dissatisfied with why his master didn't use himself and drank up the blood of the attacker!

Lancelot only smiled bitterly, if he used the treasure knife at the beginning, the enemy's weapon would break at the slightest touch, and he would take care of all the opponents in two or three moves, then he would lose the meaning of honing. The old man of that day said very much, with a strong internal force, but I don't know how to maximize the power of this internal force, that is just equivalent to a mad bull, even if the strength is great, still unable to become a tiger and deter others.

There are two ways to exert internal strength: excellent internal strength and mental methods, and suitable tricks. Neither of them can appear out of thin air, especially the former, and they don't have the capital to create their own. Since Gengoro and Hana Lao Er both admit that their wild instincts are amazing, and they are quite confident in it, they should make good use of this advantage.

Asking for learning, Hua Lao Er and Gengoro are the best famous teachers, but the former is cold and lonely, and the latter is mysterious, and if you turn to them for help, most of them will not get any good results, and they will still rely on themselves as the fastest. Hua Lao Er often said that he was amazing, and scolded Hua Ruohong for being a waste, and he couldn't even exert the power of three percent of the sword moves, but the sword moves were sword moves, could it be that the sword moves that were ten percent powerful would become another move?

A possible explanation is that these sword moves have other parts that can be derived, and when the user has enough power to exert them, they can be used as they should.

When he had this idea, Lancelot thought and felt it with his heart, and at first it was very chaotic, but as time slowly passed, some vague trajectories seemed to become clear. It was a pure strange feeling, and Lancelot didn't know the exact form of a certain move, but it was as if there was an impulse in his body, telling him to obey the impulse and let his body follow the action.

In fact, not only Lancelot, but all the warriors of the whole continent have had such impulses in their lives, the problem is, these feelings are very illusory, think about it, some parts are even dangerous and absurd, who would do it like a fool?

Lancelot would, because he was a man who valued carnal impulses more than reason.

When colliding with the enemy's lightsaber, a feeling told him that he vomited lightly and withdrew his sword, but Lancelot didn't know why, because retreating at this time would cause a flaw in his tricks, but he still did it.

The enemy happily wanted to pursue, but a dark energy that was sent into his wrist suddenly exploded, causing him to throw off his lightsaber in pain, kneeling on the ground and shouting in pain, if he made up for it, he would definitely be able to kill the enemy, but Lancelot had planned to practice with these three people, so he immediately left him behind, turned around and chose another object to fight together.

Hua Ruohong's side, the performance is relatively bleak, but to underestimate that he has learned more and more swordsmanship, it is definitely a mistake, an opponent is paying the price for this, a few heavy moves forced Hua Ruohong to show flaws, thinking that he can be defeated with a sword, who knows that a flower in front of him, Hua Ruohong's sword tip has a sudden increase in speed for no reason, and it pierced into his chest in a blink of an eye.

When he fell, he must have been very reluctant in his heart! If it weren't for the opponent's strange moves, he would not have been defeated.

However, with the three players in the ring on the other side, who were tired and sweating profusely and panting like old cows, his unwillingness was actually a kind of luck.

When watching and learning, I never learned the swordsmanship after the arrangement, just simply observing the sword moves, but these originated from the White Deer Cave, and the experience can be said to be the first day of contemporary swordsmanship to improve the tricks, abandon the flashy, like clumsy and ingenious, when there is enough cultivation to comprehend, you will find that the truth is infinitely mysterious.

Lancelot still didn't understand what sword intent and sword heart were, but when he thought about "how to make this move more powerful", many changes began to appear under his hands, killing three opponents with exhaustion and sweating, and his mind was full of only thoughts of surrender.

The audience on the court was originally dissatisfied with such a bland style of play, but seeing Lancelot's brilliant work, in addition to taking advantage of it, there was also an awe-inspiring and heroic spirit, looking forward to the wind, and couldn't help but applaud one after another, adding momentum to him.

After another round, Lancelot understood more about the use of internal strength, and although he wanted to fight for a little longer, he saw that his opponent was about to collapse, so he had to stop his interest and finally try another move to determine the victory.

This move is his study of Hua Ruohong's sword moves, speculating on the changes that may be enhanced, and the most ridiculous of several ideas has emerged, and there are many difficulties in it that he can't figure out, but in the battle just now, as he comprehends the use of internal strength, he suddenly feels that he can use this trick to play around, anyway, success or failure has nothing to do with winning or losing, why not try?

So, when the three of them were tired of raising their swords to attack, Lancelot skillfully danced the circle of sword flowers, glued all three swords in one place, and cheered up. The three opponents were all shocked, only to feel that there was a strange internal energy coming from the steel knife, followed by a sinking of the hand, as if something had turned the arm into a thousand pounds of weight, dragging them straight forward, and the heart just screamed badly, and threw it to Lancelot, and shot the three of them in three directions.

The three of them were horrified in their hearts, but Lancelot's surprise was only greater than them, when he exerted his strength to do this series of movements, in an instant, a large hole seemed to appear in his wrist, and a large amount of true qi in his whole body was continuously sucked out, and even his brain faintly felt dizzy.

However, in this series of movements, he also suddenly found that the originally peaceful true qi seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and it was twisted into a thin thread, which quickly emanated from his hand. When the force is emitted from the hand, the whole body feels more exhilarating.

These are only their personal feelings, and the more impactful scenes are directly witnessed by the audience.

It was not an easy task to shock Gengoro, but he had a leisurely expression, and when he saw Lancelot's gesture, his eyes immediately widened, and when he was about to stop it, he was already a step too late.

Although it was only for a moment, when Lancelot shook off people, a column of cyan qi with a diameter of more than a foot burst straight from his body, straight for more than ten feet, and cracked into pieces of lotus petals, like a cyan lotus, blooming in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

All the audience was shocked, and in the VIP seat, although Dongfang Xuanhu did not stand up, he stared at the center of the arena, his face was extremely ugly. This green lotus ...... All the warriors on the continent knew what it represented.

When Lancelot finally caught his breath and turned back to the audience, ready to accept the roar, the uproar was greater than expected.

"Qinglian Sword Song! He made the Qinglian Sword Song!"

"Why did he make Qinglian Sword Song, who the hell is this person?"

Unsure of why everyone was so excited, Lancelot turned his head to wonder what the sword song was all about.

"It's always like this. Whether it's a genius or an idiot, with very reasonable guys, things always don't go according to plan...... I don't care......"

In the audience, Gengoro, who was full of weakness, sighed heavily and lowered his shoulders in a dejected manner.

Compared with the frantic atmosphere of the audience, it is pitiful to have a small winner.

There were a few more injuries on his body, Hua Ruohong looked around, but he couldn't find anyone who could report the good news.

"Uh...... I—I've won, can anyone hear me?"